Main characters  and their background

MALE LEAD: DEVVEER KHANNA

Age: 30

Position: Founder & CEO of India’s fastest-growing private investigation & security firm

Aura:

Cold

Dominating

Mysterious

People get silent when he enters a room

Looks like he never smiles

Always in black

Eyes like he can read everyone’s secrets

Personality:

Quiet, controlled, dangerously calm

Genius at reading people

Terrible at expressing feelings

Gets awkward ONLY around Dimpal

Gets jealous easily but hides it poorly

Highly protective

Overthinks every small thing she does

Softest heart buried under twenty layers of coldness

Would burn the world for her but never admits it

Backstory:

Because of a childhood trauma, he avoids emotional connection

Believes love is weakness

Until he sees Dimpal -and everything inside him collapses

His first love

His deepest obsession

But still respectful

He never crosses her boundaries

His “tricks” are cute, awkward, and romantic

He convinces himself he’s “just protecting her” (he’s not—he’s fully lovesick)

FEMALE LEAD: DIMPAL SHARMA

Age: 22

Master’s student (Forensic Science)

Personality:

Innocent

Beautiful

Long soft hair

Light glowing skin

Sweet and soft voice

Cute unexpected reactions

Clumsy

Always sees goodness in people

Zero idea someone can fall in love with her

VERY unaware of how stunning she looks

Friendly, kind, slightly shy

Having Strict but loving parents

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THE DAY THAT WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO MATTER

The sky over Chandigarh was pale gold as evening approached, soft sunlight spilling over the glass-fronted building of Khanna Security & Intelligence Pvt. Ltd.

Inside, silence ruled — the kind of silence that made employees walk on their toes.

Men in black suits sat stiffly.

Phones never rang twice.

Nobody, absolutely nobody, dared to stay still when the CEO walked by.

Because Devveer Khanna wasn’t just a CEO.

He was a storm in human form.

Cold.

Precise.

Unreadable.

People said he could freeze a room with one glance and melt a person’s confidence with the second.

He hated crowds.

He hated noise.

He hated chaos.

Everything had to be perfect.

Predictable.

Under control.

And then, she walked into his life and ruined every rule he had ever lived by.

* HER FIRST ENTRY*

Dimpal Sharma stepped out of the elevator clutching her internship file with both hands, her long hair swaying like a soft curtain behind her.

She wore a simple peach Kurti, her skin glowing without any makeup.

Her eyes were big, bright, full of innocence — the kind that didn’t belong in a place where men carried weapons and secrets.

Everyone stared.

Not because she was beautiful.

But because she was… soft, in a place engineered to be hard.

“Intern intake is on the 14th floor,” someone whispered, startled by her presence.

“Oh—thank you!” she chirped softly.

Her voice was sweet. Too sweet.

Heads turned, shocked.

Nobody used such a gentle tone here.

But she didn’t know.

She just smiled at everyone — including people who had never seen a smile inside this building.

Her small, polite “sorry” as she squeezed between desks made three male officers drop their pens.

One accidentally saluted her in confusion.

Devveer would hear about this later.

He would remember every detail.

THE FIRST SIGHT: THE MOMENT THAT BROKE HIM

Devveer was walking down the glass corridor when he noticed sudden chaos — whispers, strange movements, guards standing straighter.

“What happened?” he asked flatly.

“Uh—sir… a… new intern came,” his assistant stuttered.

Devveer turned the corner—

And saw her.

Dimpal was standing near the reception, nervously adjusting her dupatta, trying to keep her hair out of her face as she read the visitor guidelines.

She looked soft, delicate, completely out of place.

Devveer stopped walking.

Stopped breathing.

Stopped existing for a second.

Time didn’t slow down — it completely froze.

His heart reacted before his mind did, slamming against his ribs so loudly he thought someone else might hear it.

He had spent 30 years believing nothing could touch him emotionally.

That his heart was locked behind walls higher than mountains.

But one look at that innocent girl…

And every wall inside him cracked.

She shouldn’t be here, he thought.

She belongs someplace bright. Soft. Safe.

But why do I want her here anyway?

She looked up.

Their eyes met.

And Devveer forgot how to blink.

Her lashes fluttered.

Her lips parted in surprise.

She immediately stepped back like she had intruded into something sacred.

“I—I’m sorry,” she whispered.

That voice.

That softness.

It went straight to his chest.

He didn’t reply. He couldn’t.

His throat refused to work.

Her innocence struck him so powerfully it frightened him.

* THE MISTAKE THAT DESTROYED HIM*

Dimpal thought he was a senior officer — not the CEO.

She didn’t know the rules.

She didn’t know everyone avoided standing too close to Devveer.

She didn’t know that he hated being touched.

So she bent down to pick her file, stepped forward…

…and bumped straight into him.

Her shoulder brushed his arm.

Her hair grazed his chest for a second.

A second was enough.

The entire room gasped.

Someone dropped a coffee cup.

Another whispered, “Oh God, she’s done for.”

Devveer froze.

But not out of anger.

Not out of disgust.

Out of… something else.

He didn’t feel the usual discomfort.

Not the instinctive recoil.

Not the itching sensation that always came when anyone touched him.

Nothing.

Just warmth.

Pure, soft warmth.

Why… why does her touch feel different?

Dimpal panicked.

“I’m so so sorry! I didn’t see— I swear I didn’t mean to— I’m really sorry—”

Her words tumbled out like frightened birds.

Devveer’s heart twisted painfully.

Why is she apologizing like she committed a crime?

He opened his mouth.

And for the first time in months…

His voice softened.

“It’s… fine.”

The silence that followed was historic.

People looked at each other like they had witnessed a miracle.

He had never said “It’s fine” to anyone.

Ever.

Dimpal blinked at him, confused.

“You’re not angry?”

For the first time in his life, Devveer wanted to smile.

“No,” he said quietly.

THE FIRST THREAD OF OBSESSION

She walked away nervously.

He watched her walk away.

He told himself he was only making sure she didn’t get lost.

He told himself he was just observing a new intern.

He told himself he wasn’t staring.

He lied.

He stared.

At her hair.

At her soft steps.

At how she struggled to hold her file and eat a toffee at the same time.

At how she apologized to the elevator as if it were a person.

He told his assistant:

“Find out who she is.”

His assistant froze.

“Yes… sir… what should I check?”

“Everything.”

“Everything?”

Devveer didn’t repeat himself.

He didn’t need to.

THE FIRST DENIAL

Devveer went to his cabin but couldn’t focus.

His mind kept replaying her voice.

Her touch.

Her eyes.

He clenched his jaw.

“This is ridiculous. I don’t get… affected.”

He shut his laptop.

“I don’t get distracted.”

He loosened his tie.

“Especially not by interns.”

But his heart, traitor that it was…

Whispered:

You already are.

SHE RUINS HIS ROUTINE

Everyone in the building had one job that day:

Observe the CEO.

Warn the intern.

Save her life.

But Dimpal — sweet, clueless Dimpal — kept crossing his path without knowing it.

 She walked into the same corridor he was inspecting.

 She dropped her pencil right near his shoes.

 She almost got stuck in a door that auto-locked — and he opened it for her.

 She thanked him with a smile so bright it nearly ended him.

She didn’t know the effect she had on him.

She didn’t know she had already become the first crack in his cold, controlled world.

THE NIGHT REFLECTION

When Devveer returned home, he removed his watch and stared silently at his reflection.

He didn’t recognise the man looking back.

The man in the mirror looked… restless.

Unsettled.

Awake.

Why her?

Why today?

Why do I want to see her again?

He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply.

“This is nothing,” he lied to himself.

“It will pass.”

It wouldn’t.

It was only the beginning.

THE OBSESSION BEGINS QUIETLY

The next morning, Devveer reached office earlier than usual.

Not because of work.

But because she might walk in early.

He sat in his black leather chair, pretending to read a file while his eyes kept flickering to the door like a man possessed.

He was not proud of it.

But he wasn’t stopping either.

His assistant, Rishu, entered hesitantly.

“Sir, the intern profiles you asked for…”

Devveer’s voice was calm, too calm.

“Just one profile.”

“Y-yes. Dimpal Sharma.”

Devveer stiffened.

His eyes flickered but his face stayed cold.

“Leave it on the table.”

Rishu placed the file and nearly ran out, terrified.

Devveer waited till the door clicked shut.

Only then did he touch the file — slowly, almost reverently — as if it were something dangerous, something delicate.

He opened it.

Her picture was clipped on the top.

A simple passport-style photo.

Dimpal smiling softly

with a calmness that felt like sunlight.

He traced his thumb near the photo without touching it.

“Why do you smile like that?” he murmured under his breath.

He flipped through her details:

Age: 22 years

Education: MSc Forensic Science (Semester 2)

Skills: Lab work, analysis, photography, evidence handling

Strengths: Hardworking, curious, polite

He paused at “polite.”

Of course she was.

He had seen her apologize to a wall yesterday.

THE FIRST TRICK

Devveer didn’t believe in fate.

So he decided to create it.

He called Rishu again.

“Bring the intern list.”

Rishu gulped.

“Yes, sir.”

Devveer spoke flatly:

“Assign her to my department.”

Rishu’s jaw dropped.

“S-sir? The CEO’s department? But interns usually—”

“Did I ask for your opinion?”

“N-No sir!”

Devveer leaned back, expression unreadable.

“She will work directly under me.”

Rishu turned pale.

Nobody worked directly under Devveer.

Nobody survived that close to him.

But he couldn’t say anything.

He left to change the roster.

HER ARRIVAL - AND HIS HEART

At 10:03 AM, Dimpal walked in.

Peach suit again.

Soft hair tumbling over her shoulders.

Her bag bouncing lightly with her steps.

She stopped at the reception, confused.

“Excuse me, where is the sample lab? I think I’m assigned there?”

The receptionist blinked.

“Oh… uh… actually…”

She swallowed.

“You’ve been reassigned.”

“Reassigned? To where?”

The receptionist pointed upstairs with a trembling finger.

Dimpal followed her gaze.

To the top floor.

The floor nobody went to.

“The CEO’s department.”

Dimpal froze.

“C-CEO? Me?”

The receptionist nodded nervously.

And for the first time in her life…

Dimpal felt faint.

FIRST MEETING AT HIS OFFICE

She stood at Devveer’s door, hands shaking.

She knocked softly.

The door opened automatically — and she nearly squealed.

Devveer looked up.

Sharp black shirt. Rolled-up sleeves.

Eyes dark, intense, unreadable.

He looked like a storm that could swallow her whole.

She bowed awkwardly.

“S-sir… I’m the intern… m-my name is—”

“Dimpal Sharma.”

She blinked.

“Yes… how did you—”

“I remember faces.”

Not true.

He had never remembered anyone’s face.

Only hers.

Her small eyes widened slightly.

“Oh. That’s… nice.”

He almost smiled.

Almost.

“Sit.”

She sat like she was facing a firing squad.

 HIS FIRST MANIPULATION (SOFT AND SWEET)

Devveer spoke slowly:

“You are good with photography, evidence collection, and analytical deductions.”

“H-How do you know?” she whispered.

“I read your file.”

He didn’t mention he read it three times.

“I want you on a personal project. You will assist me.”

Her mouth fell open.

“Me? But sir, I’m just an intern! I’m not that smart, maybe you should choose someone—”

He leaned forward slightly.

“You are capable.”

Her breath hitched.

He didn’t blink.

He didn’t look away.

She felt strangely warm under his gaze.

“You will assist me,” he repeated gently.

Not a command.

A decision.

She nodded weakly.

“O-Okay…”

THEIR FIRST AWKWARD JOURNEY TOGETHER

Devveer closed the file.

“Follow me.”

She almost tripped while standing.

He pretended not to see it but his lips twitched a millimeter.

They walked down the corridor.

Employees froze like statues.

Nobody dared breathe near Devveer.

But Dimpal?

She walked beside him, completely unaware of the horror on everyone’s faces.

She nudged him lightly by accident.

“Oops, sorry sir!”

His entire body reacted.

Electric warmth shot through him.

But he pretended to be cold.

“It’s fine.”

Her eyes widened.

“You say that a lot.”

He almost choked.

He NEVER said that a lot.

He only said that around her.

 THE ROOM HE NEVER LETS ANYONE ENTER

He led her to a room at the end of a private hallway.

A biometric scanner beeped.

The door opened.

The room was dim, with screens showing encrypted data, maps, confidential cases.

“Is this… your investigation lab?” she whispered.

“No,” he said softly.

Her brows furrowed.

“What is this then?”

He looked at her for a long second.

“This is the only room I trust.”

Her breath caught.

He let her enter first.

Nobody had entered this room in years.

His parents hadn’t.

His best officers hadn’t.

But she did — within 48 hours of meeting him.

He knew what it meant.

He wasn’t ready to admit it.

 A CUTE, EMBARRASSING MOMENT

While observing a case file on the desk, Dimpal leaned too far—

—and her hair tie slipped.

Her long hair fell open

in a soft wave around her shoulders.

Devveer froze.

Her hair…

Her scent…

He swallowed hard, forcing his expression to remain cold.

“Sorry sir,” she mumbled, tying it quickly.

But the knot tangled.

She struggled.

After 30 seconds, she sighed dramatically.

“Why is my hair always like a monkey’s tail…?”

Devveer’s lips nearly curved.

She looked at him helplessly.

“Um… sir… can you hold the file while I fix my hair?”

He took the file silently.

But his eyes kept drifting to her fingers brushing through her long hair.

She looked like moonlight personified.

He clenched the file harder to steady himself.

THE FIRST TRICK HE DOES FOR HER

After the project briefing, she nervously asked,

“Sir… where do interns have lunch?”

“In the cafeteria,” he said.

She nodded with a small smile.

“Okay! I’ll go—”

“No,” he said calmly.

She turned.

“No?”

“You will not eat alone.”

Her heart fluttered.

Her cheeks warmed.

“W-with whom then?”

He paused.

“With me.”

Her eyes grew huge.

“W-What?”

“You work with me. You will eat with me. It’s… efficient.”

It wasn’t.

He just wanted to make sure she ate properly.

 THE END OF THE BEGINNING

That day,

Dimpal went home thinking:

He’s scary but… kind? Maybe? I don’t know…

Devveer went home thinking:

I need to know everything about her.

I need to make sure she stays close.

I need to keep her safe.

I need her.

He loosened his tie and whispered softly to himself:

“She has no idea what she’s doing to me.”........

The next morning, Devveer wasn’t himself.

He had slept barely an hour, if at all. His mind had replayed the image of Dimpal sitting across from him in that room—the room no one else in the company even knew existed. The way her hair fell out of the hair-tie. The way her eyes widened whenever he spoke.

The way her voice shook when she said his name.

Sir…

He clenched his jaw.

He wasn’t a fool. He knew this wasn’t normal.

But he also wasn’t stopping.

When obsession seeped into a man like him, it did not come gently. It arrived like a blade—silent, sharp, and fatal.

He stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his black shirt. His reflection looked different today.

Harder.

Hungrier.

And when his mind whispered her name, a slow, dark smile curved on his lips.

“Dimpal Sharma.”

He didn’t say it. He tasted it.

He stepped out of his penthouse with a mind already planning, calculating, manipulating the day ahead.

He didn’t believe in accidents or destiny.

He believed in creating situations.

And today, he needed her—closer, longer, deeper into his world.

Into his shadows.

Into him.

THE COMPANY WHISPERS

When he walked into the office, every employee stiffened. The air shifted like a storm had entered.

People whispered as soon as he passed.

“Why is an intern assigned to him?”

“She won’t survive a week.”

“He never works with anyone. Why her?”

Rishu was sweating again. He approached Devveer at a cautious distance.

“S-sir, your morning schedule—”

“Cancel everything after 11.”

“Everything… sir? But the investors—”

“Cancel.”

Rishu gulped and scurried away.

Devveer didn’t care. The investors would wait. The world would wait.

She would not.

HER ARRIVAL — AND HIS FIRST SPARK OF JEALOUSY

At 9:58 AM, he stood near the transparent glass wall of his cabin, pretending to check emails while watching the entrance.

Then he saw her.

Peach suit again. Hair clipped neatly. ID card bouncing slightly as she walked in with a nervous smile.

But she wasn’t alone.

One of the junior officers, Arjun, stopped her.

“Hey, you’re the new intern, right? I can help you find your department—”

Devveer’s jaw locked.

Hard.

The pen in his hand cracked.

Arjun leaned slightly closer as if showing her something on his phone.

And she smiled.

A small, polite smile—but enough to ignite something feral in Devveer.

She wasn’t supposed to smile at anyone here.

Especially not at a man.

He dialed Rishu immediately.

“Bring her to my office. Now.”

“S-sir, she just came—”

“Now, Rishu.”

He hung up before Rishu could breathe.

HER ENTRY INTO THE STORM

A minute later, she knocked on his door again—soft, hesitant, almost scared.

“Sir… may I come in?”

His voice dropped into a dangerous softness.

“Enter.”

She stepped inside, eyes wide, smile awkward.

“Good morning, sir.”

His gaze slid sharply to her.

“Good morning,” he replied, voice deep, controlled, but carrying an edge she didn’t understand.

He watched her. From her simple earrings to the neatly pressed suit to the soft strands of hair framing her face.

She felt his stare physically. It made her fingers fidget.

“I… Rishu sir said you called me?”

“Yes.”

He stood up.

Too slowly.

Too quietly.

She stepped back on instinct.

He noticed.

His expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes darkened.

Good.

She should be nervous around me.

The world is safer that way.

She is safer that way.

“Sir… is something wrong?” she asked softly.

Everything.

Everything was wrong when someone else looked at her.

But he simply said,

“You smiled at someone downstairs.”

Her eyebrows shot up.

“What?”

He stepped closer.

Not too close.

Just enough to make her breath shorten.

“You smiled. At that officer.”

“Oh—Arjun sir? He was just helping me because I didn’t know the—”

“I don’t want you talking to him.”

The words slipped out before he could tame them.

She froze.

Blinking.

Confused.

“Why?”

He inhaled deeply to keep control.

“You’re assigned to me. Not to the building. If you need anything, you come to me. Only me.”

“But sir—”

“No arguments.”

She swallowed.

“O-Okay… if that’s what you want.”

He didn’t answer. He simply watched her—watched the way she reacted, the way she obeyed with confusion in her eyes.

A part of him softened.

A darker part smirked internally.

Good girl.

THE FORENSIC CASE THAT CHANGES EVERYTHING

He turned away, masking his expression.

“I brought you here because we’re starting a sensitive case today.”

Her eyes lit up—fear, excitement, curiosity mixed together.

“What case, sir?”

He tapped a file on the table.

A murder file.

A high-profile one.

She stepped closer, scanning the first page—her breath caught.

“Sir… this is a politician’s son…”

“Yes.”

“Murdered inside a locked room?”

“Yes.”

“No fingerprints?” she whispered.

He looked at her slowly.

“Except one.”

She turned the page.

Her face paled.

“Mine?”

Her own picture stared back at her along with a fingerprint report.

She stumbled.

“S-sir… how—how is my fingerprint here?! I never—”

He watched her closely.

Very closely.

Too closely.

“Calm down,” he said quietly.

A dangerous softness.

A soothing command.

“This is why I need you with me. Someone is planting evidence. Someone wants you involved.”

She stared at him, shaken.

“Me? But why me? I’m just an intern!”

His gaze hardened.

You’re not just anything.

You’re mine.

Mine to protect.

Mine to keep close.

Mine to guard.

He didn’t say it.

Not yet.

He simply stepped closer and said,

“You’re not safe outside my sight.”

Her breath trembled.

“But sir… who would want to frame me?”

His voice dropped to a whisper.

“That’s what we’re going to find out.”

“But… why are you helping me, sir?”

He didn’t blink.

“Because I don’t let people take what belongs to me.”

She froze.

“Wh-what?”

He rephrased instantly, voice controlled.

“I mean—I don’t let my department be manipulated.”

She exhaled shakily, still confused.

He turned away so she wouldn’t see the truth in his eyes.

I will not let anyone touch you.

Not even fate.

Not even death.

Not even yourself.

THE FIRST THREAD OF DANGER

He handed her gloves.

“Come. We’re going to the forensic lab.”

She followed him, still shaken.

He glanced sideways, watching how close she walked.

He intended to keep her closer.

Much closer.

Everywhere she went today, he would be there.

And when she stepped inside the internal forensic lab, he spoke quietly:

“From today… you don’t go anywhere without telling me.”

She blinked.

“S-sir… that sounds like—”

“Like what?” he asked softly.

“Like… I’m not free.”

A long silence.

Then he spoke:

“You aren’t.”

Her heart stopped.

Before she could respond, he opened the lab door.

“Let’s begin.”

But inside his mind, a darker promise formed:

If someone is targeting her…

I will find them.

And I will destroy them.

Slowly.